Sunday, December 29, 2013

Some day...

Different sky and a strange breezeWe waitWe hateThe creepiness of these different time zonesFar away, Far away like thousands of milesI don't want to go on. These outlandish places never to my bentI waitIf the wane moon still passes the kissesThe Paris plan still holds on?We were closing the gateswhen the sun just setwatching us movewith that small gap still in townof life - lives.Tonight I lie where you standnever with the thought of crossing any more milesI waitTill the air becomes oneyou breathe inWhen distances become just a matterof booksWe waitI hateThis wait